Fortunately, he won the bet.
But the result was still beyond his expectations.
"I thought, whose descendant I'm waiting for." Bu Ning glanced down at himself, "Just like myself, I changed my appearance and changed my identity, the only one I can count as familiar is this A touch of spirit in the body can make the spirit of the formation open the door."
He looked at the different clothes from ancient and modern, and was stunned for a long time. Then he said with a wry smile: "This is still a big thing. In fact, even the descendants are things I never dared to think about."
"Why not?" Wen Shi questioned.
Hearing this, Bu Ning raised his head in surprise and looked at Wen Shi in amazement: "Because..."
Because he has calculated countless times, except for a half-lost self, he really can't calculate, who else can leave any descendants in reincarnation.
It's almost obvious, otherwise he wouldn't be calling it an all-or-nothing gamble.
But when he heard it, he had doubts, which puzzled Bu Ning.
He looked up and down Wen Shi, and then cast his eyes towards Xie Wen to ask questions, and finally tried to ask Wen Shi: "Junior brother, you..."
"He lost his spirit." Xie asked, "Just found a little."
"Is the spirit lost?" Bu Ning looked over worriedly and muttered, "No wonder it took a while for the spirits to sniff out people."
In a situation like Wen Shi, the spiritual appearance in the body is only a little fragmented, which is not obvious to the spirit that has been here for a long time. I'm afraid that you can only smell the smell when you get the spirit vibration.
"But... how could the spirit be lost?" Bu Ning asked.
When smelling: "I don't know."
Bu Ning: "When did you discover it?"
He shook his head when he smelled it: "It's just like this, I can't remember it."
Bu Ning's brows furrowed even tighter: "People without spiritual signs want to stay in the world for a long time. Few people in ancient and modern times can do it. What's more, for a thousand years, Junior Brother, you..."
He hesitated.
Because staying in the world for a thousand years, it seems like a great blessing at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it also means that you are "bound in the world" and cannot be released.
Maybe it was because of specializing in formations that Bu Ning couldn't help but think of some not-so-good things.
"You may not remember, I once told you that there are several very evil formations, which are to establish ties with certain spiritual things to achieve some goals that ordinary people cannot achieve."
Bu Ning explained, "Of course, people's hearts are different, and different people have different goals, but there are always a few things that can't escape from going around, such as fame, fortune, cultivation or longevity."
Wen Shi almost thought that he wanted to go wrong, suspecting that he had created such an evil formation in order to stay in the world for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Bu Ning frowned and said: "Those spirits that are used often appear to be trapped in the world and cannot be liberated, but it is similar to your situation."
He glanced at Xie Wen, his eyes didn't dare to stay as he did when he was a teenager, he quickly turned to Wen Shi, and said with serious concern, "After Master's accident, the seal formation disappeared, and you disappeared with it. Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye can't take care of themselves, but I have tried to find you, but to no avail. I wonder... Could it be that someone took advantage of the danger of others and wanted to do something with your spirit, and that's why this happened. The result now?"
Bu Ning said it euphemistically, but when he smelled it, he immediately understood—
When normal people see such a situation, they will only worry that he is unwilling to die, and some evil formation has been created.
Bu Ning, on the other hand, worried that some people would have bad intentions, take advantage of the emptiness, and refine the smell as a spiritual object, causing them to live and die in the world for so many years.
Even if he hasn't seen him for a thousand years, this senior who is always worried and worried has never been suspicious of his own junior and senior.
Wen Shi shook his head to dispel Bu Ning's doubts: "It shouldn't be."
Bu Ning: "How do you say?"
Wen Shi: "If it is a refined spirit, my life should be much worse than mine. I just sleep every time I live, and wake up again every few decades."
Bu Ning: "How do you sleep? How do you wake up?"
Wen Shi said: "There is no disease and no pain. If you can't hold it, you will fall asleep. As for waking up...you have to walk through a door."
He said it lightly, leaving out many details. Such as how uncomfortable it is when the spirits and spirits are exhausted, such as how much blood will be shed when crawling out of the ground through the gate of no phase.
Compared with sitting for thousands of years, waiting for a reunion that will not come. He felt that he was living a better life, at least... the world was more lively.
It's just that there is no root and no source if there is no old friend.
When Bu Ning heard "no disease and no pain", his expression relaxed. He had never heard of such a situation, so he asked, "What kind of door are you talking about?"
Wen Shi said: "It's similar to the 'door' set up by many formations, but it's longer and walks longer. I don't know which way the other end leads, so I borrowed a random name from the book, called Wuxiang ."
When Bu Ning was young, every time he saw something he had never seen before, he could play with it for days without sleep. When you hear something you don't understand, you can ponder for a long time.
In the past, Zhong Si used this trick to play tricks, and he made some novel objects, so that his senior brother could be around him for three days. Of course, in the end there was always a fight.
After so many years, even if life and death are different, Bu Ning's nature has not changed.
"What kind of array is this..." He couldn't figure it out for a while, and when he asked subconsciously, "Is there really nothing in the door?"
When I smelled it, I thought about it carefully and said: "Sometimes there is a sound, but it is rarely and very soft, almost inaudible. Sometimes..."
Sometimes it feels as if there is a place far behind, but in fact, there is a person leaning on him and watching him quietly.
But because it was pitch black in front of and behind him, he couldn't see anything. This feeling is closer to fantasy...
Every time I think about it when I smell it, I just feel that maybe it's because my hopes are too high, the feeling created by it, and I'm just deceiving myself.
So he paused for a while, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, that's about it."
Bu Ning couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously asked Xie Wen for help: "Have you heard of such a thing, Master?"
Xie Wen's eyes fell elsewhere, and he was a little lost for some reason. I just heard the conversation between Shi and Bu Ning, and I don't know if he heard it or not. In short, he was silent and never interjected.
Wen Shi subconsciously followed his gaze and saw only a void.
And when he turned back, Xie Wen had already closed his eyes, glanced at him, and answered Bu Ning in a low voice, "I haven't heard of it."
After speaking, he changed the subject: "You said... He disappeared that day?"
Xie Wenchao pointed at the time, and then asked Bu Ning in a deep voice, "You said that Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye are also here?"
Bu Ning lowered his eyes and nodded: "Yes, it's all here."
He seemed to want to say something, and he didn't seem to know where to start. He simply made a respectful gesture and said, "It's been a long time since Master and Junior Brother have seen Songyun Mountain? I'll show you guys."
The moment the voice fell, he dialed a few boulders in the array and changed positions.
There was a stronger wind blowing in from outside the cave, with the smell of grass and trees in the mountains.
Bu Ning walked to the edge of the cave, passed Zhang Lan and Zhang Ya temporarily, paused for a while, nodded politely and said, "Don't kneel. You are... "
He pointed to himself, "My relatives in future generations? Or neighbors?"
Zhang Lan stood up straight, supported the stone beside him, and said, "It's either kneeling, or my feet are weak and I can't get up."
In this formation, Bu Ning was used to being the master. As soon as he swept his sleeves, the wind passed through the soles of his feet, and he lifted up the Zhang siblings, the bunch of puppets... and the kneeling Xia Qiao.
"We are..." Zhang Lan wanted to talk about their relationship with Zhou Xu, but to Bu Ning's ancestor, his aunt couldn't say anything, and it always seemed to take advantage.
She swerved and said, "I know you anyway."
Bu Ning nodded and suddenly asked, "What kind of person am I in the future? Do you like to cause trouble?"
"Extraordinarily capable—" Zhang Lan subconsciously took a sentence, and then tried to clear his throat and said, "That's good."
On the contrary, Xie Wen and Wen Shi came from behind and added: "I like to brag and talk a lot, and I'm not very pleasant, and it's easy to be beaten. It's not like you at all."
Bu Ning didn't know what to think when he heard this, but he laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Wen Shi asked.
"It's pretty good too," Bu Ning said.
When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he once had an affair with Zhong Simantian. Because of what he mentioned, he had already forgotten. I just remember Zhong Si asking him, "Senior Brother Daxian, you have nothing to do anyway, why don't you help me figure out what I will do in my next life?"
At that time, Bu Ning was picking the pieces and asked back, "Don't you like to count these things? It's not worth knowing whether it's good or bad in advance. It's about the next life."
Zhong Si nodded and said, "Yes, what about you? Don't you like to count these things?"
Bu Ning said: "I don't like to count myself either."
Zhong Si: "Then what do you want your next life to look like?"
Bu Ning thought for a while and said, "Let's be a little more disgusting, just like you."
Zhong Siqi laughed and slapped his chessboard on the spot.
In fact, the second half of the sentence is a joke, but the first half is true.
He once held such a hope very seriously, hoping that the future self can say something, not to hide his thoughts, not to worry, not to ask where he came from, and not to care about his future. Put it on your face when you are unhappy, put it on your face when you are happy, praise when you like it, and scold when you hate it. There are capable people around, but there is no need to worry about any major matters of the world, no need for him to worry, and no need for him to worry about it.
Thinking of it this way, God is not thin to him, and it can be regarded as a dream come true.
Bu Ning turned and lifted the long vines at the entrance of the cave, pointed to a familiar mountain road, and said to Wen Shi and Xie Wen, "Follow me."
This is a scene that they didn't have when they came. As soon as they stepped out and smelled the foggy wind in the mountains, they didn't know what day it was.
Perhaps it is the effect of the formation. The cave outside the cave is like two worlds separated by thousands of years. The moment he walked up the mountain road, only the shadow of the past was left, with long hair and long clothes, tall and thin, like snow falling on Songyun Mountain. But straight to the sky Leng Song.
He suddenly took a few steps and found that there was empty space beside him, so he turned his head to look behind him.
Xie Wen's eyes fell on him, and for some reason, he stopped at the edge of the hole and did not lift his feet.
"What's wrong?" Wen Shi asked.
Xie Wen suddenly closed his eyes and seemed to close his eyes. After a while, he raised his eyes again and walked up the mountain road.
At that moment, when I smelled it, I was almost stunned.
He suddenly remembered that when he was 19 years old, he saw Chen not return to Songyun Mountain after many days. He also had red clothes with long hair and a snow-white neckline.
It was as if time flew by without leaving a trace.
When he saw this man, he still forgot to look away.
He thought that he had been reincarnated in the world for a thousand years, he had seen all things in the world, the joys and sorrows of the world, and he had seen countless people who were reluctant to let go, reluctant to let go, met with resentment, and separated from love. He was no longer the one on Songyun Mountain because of a few dreams. The spirits and gods are uneasy, and the people who have cut off the dust.
He had forgotten and remembered, separated and reunited.
He thought that he could stand by that person calmly, analyze all kinds of things calmly, talk and do things calmly, catch some plausible ambiguity between gestures and eyebrows, and keep closer than strangers Some are different from the distance between master and apprentice, and even feel that it is not bad to get along with each other not far or near.
It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that was not the case.
He misses the days of Songyun Mountain, the noise on the exercise platform on the mountainside, the Qingxin Lake in the col, the stars and snow on the top of the mountain, and this unique person.
It used to be his home in this world, and it was his deepest connection with the world. How could he say no to it
He is still very delusional, still greedy.
But if there must be a trade-off, he would rather walk behind this person and take a step down.
No need to take a step closer, even if the other party doesn't look back, he can follow him for a long, long time.
When Xie Wen came up, Wen Shi subconsciously turned sideways to get out of the way, put his finger on his back and said, "Go ahead."
"Why?" Xie Wen looked down at him.
He didn't answer when he heard it.
This time Xie Wen didn't insist, just looked at him for a while, then nodded and walked up.
When he smelled, he fell down a step and followed behind him, and when he looked up, he could see the familiar shadow.
The mountain road is very narrow, covered with fog and miasma, and the stone steps are wet.
Wen Shi walked for a while, and suddenly asked, "When did you know that I don't have a spiritual aspect?"
Xie Wen's voice came over warmly: "I saw it the first time I saw you."
Wen Shi was silent for a moment and asked, "Then why didn't you say it."
He wanted to ask this question since he knew who Xie asked was.
At first, the words came to my lips again and again, but I didn't know where to start. Later, because of those selfishness that I wanted to hide, I simply got bored back to my heart.
Until this moment, he finally spoke up.
Xie asked whether he remembered the first scene or what, and smiled lightly. He didn't look back. He couldn't see his expression when he smelled it, but could only hear his voice: "If it's the first time I see you, I'll say, I'm you... Master."
He paused for some reason, although the pause was very light, it was caught by Wen Shi, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.
But in the next moment, Xie Wen's tone was the same as usual, as if the pause just now was just an illusion, like the wind passing through the hall inadvertently.
He smiled and said, "You'll be ridiculed by you, and then kicked out of the house."
He didn't hear Wen Shi's footsteps behind him, and turned his head to look.
He pursed his lips and lifted his feet again.
After a while, he asked again, "What about later?"
This time Xie asked did not speak immediately.
The silence lasted for a while, and the mountain road turned a corner. The ground is full of gravel, and it is difficult to walk. Xie Wen stepped on the steps and stopped, suddenly turned around and shook Wen Shi's hand.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Shi's feet, as if he was only dreaming back to the past due to the influence of Songyun Mountain, and subconsciously gave his apprentice a hand.
When Wen Shi also stepped on the steps, he turned to look at the road ahead, and said in a low voice, "There are always some reasons for this."
"for example?"